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There's nothing quite so paralyzing as hopelessness. Believing we can is a prerequisite for fixing things. So what if we're wrong? At least we tried.

It’s an extreme struggle this week.

not cheesy or corny. I am a being of nearly pure hope. Dreaming of unfathomably bright futures is in my DNA, put there by my ancestors who created communities to rival the greatest cities of today. Hope is a discipline and a practice, and one that gives far more than it takes.

and i'm not talking about the depraved and hollow "self-help" forms of faux hopefulness that are drawn to toxic positivity true hopefulness is not that